Frat Joe Lives the High Life

Kinda hard to hate too hard on Frat Joe.

First of all, he’s posing with classic Paid-to-Pose Hotts. Which is like posing with Mickey Mouse at Disney World. It’s no biggie, part of the atmosphere, and helps perpetuate a secular version of a religious cult built around childhood fantasies.

Blonde Jennie shows how big a cockk she can take. FUCEN SLAPWHAOR!
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Frat Joe assumes she thinks his is that big. He figures he can get her drunk enough to not notice that huge dildo he keeps on hand for his other roofie victims, so he’s all thumbs up over his prospects.
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Boobtanicas

^Four rows down, fourth to the right, for HOH. And by HOH I mean splooge.

12:59 pm February, 17I R A Darth Aggie said...

Frat Joe, if you turn the hat around, don’t get douchey tatts (or hide them if you got them), and avoid ginormous watches and faux gang hand signs, I’ll give you a notta-go-in-peace and get some piece.

The Land Down Under is packed with douche, Senior Wallnuts. Especially in Perth, WA, where mine labourers making over $150K pa come to town every three weeks to let off a bit of steam – and a lot of flatulence and assorted body odours, least of which is the rancid smell of litres of cologne they douse themselves with en route.
Their recreations usually include copious drinking of overpriced beers, multiple hookers (often at the same time) from this website: http://www.privategirls.com.au and wandering around spending large sums of money on random shit, that sits in their quarters back at the mine camp for approximately two months, by which time it becomes necessary to sell if for a fraction of what it cost. To the extent that their working holiday merges with their dreams of buying a house, investing in a business or doing anything worthwhile with the relatively easy money that’s being thrown at them by the mining companies, the general scenario I have just outlined trumps any progress, and these mighty men of hard labour usually return to the Eastern states with just enough money to pay for their airfare home. Where, if they’re lucky, their old room awaits at mum’s place, that is if she hasn’t already taken in a “lodger”, who invariably gives her a bloody good seeing to on a nightly basis … Something she’s reluctant to forfeit.

Don’t get bodyslammed by a lowland Gorilla, Bob Costas pink eye tells me. Pink eye? You are a pussy Costas ! Lauer fuck off!
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The combination of interbestality, Mons reveal (respect), and young figure skaters are giving me a relatively perverse renoB.
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I did not eat the pig as it is the property of a coo-coo horse farm person with more money than sanity. These horse farms are very popular with the boomers as they seek to soothe their bankrupt souls with expensive boutique farms. We flip em. And we tear down forests and tile land and rape the earth for more grain. We must eat grain. They must eat grain. All must eat the grain of the fertile Glengarry County.
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Climate Change is a farce friend. Bulldoze the forests.

That Russian pair dancer skater broad has some keister on her an she must get all lathered up something fierce down below after a few minutes a twirlin and a skatin on that ice, even though it’s cold her twat could probably steep a nice cup of tea. Earl Gray, I says.

All I know is that when a couple passionately kisses it in effect creates a vacuum-sealed tube that is filled with filth and terminates on both ends with an asshole.
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Valentines.

10:37 pm February, 17Douchesdownunder said...

We’re not all fucking miners down here.
Some of us are soldiers, teachers, doctors, run of the mill guys. Sadly, practically 1 in 3 average Joe’s, Habib’s or Nguyen’s thinks it cool to get an arm full of ink. So, as a result, there are a lot of embarrassed kids at the checkout with douched-out parents.

And damn… Jacques Doucheteau got me again!

6:27 am February, 18DarkSock said...

“Jim-Bob!!! You been diddlin’ them coon dawgs again???”

6:39 am February, 18DarkSock said...

1:45 pm February, 18Douchesdownunder said...

I love how all of you love to comment on large breasts “hitting the floor”. No girl ever got chucked out of bed for having too-big a rack, natural or enhanced.

How are your guts, six-packs, all of you?

12:51 am February, 19Jacques Doucheteau said...

I personally loves me some big floppy mammary sacks now and again.
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Well…to and extent

Well, if Frat Joe knew what he was doing, he would have been in an expensive suit, drinking the neatest single malt whiskey, with a proper haircut, and his girls would have come from https://jonslist.com.au/, which he doesn’t even have to trawl through in a bar cos he just has it on his phone. But well, maybe that’s just me. I’m typing this on a yacht.